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DELILAH WAS NEVER ONE FOR VIOLENCE. But in this case? She was all for it. Upon finding Meredith sitting in Joe's bar alone downing tequila shots like they were water, the brunette could only come up with one reason: Derek. She hoped that she was wrong, and that it was just one of those days, but that could not be further from the truth.
It turned out that Derek is married. Yeah. He has a wife. A wife, who he cheated on. A wife, who came to the hospital and confronted Meredith about being her husband's dirty mistress. A wife, who came in all "leggy and fabulous" and completely shattered the dirty blonde's world.
Delilah was never one for violence, but the next time she saw Derek, she swore she would mess him up. She had to. He hurt Meredith.
"Let's play a game of who's life sucks the most," Meredith suggested as George and Christina settled down beside them. "I'll win. I always win," she mumbled, angrily throwing the shell of a nut she was eating.
"I'll join in. My life probably doesn't suck as much as either of yours, but it still sucks," Delilah piped up, picking at her nails.
"You don't want to play with me," Christina added. As the Korean took a sip out of her cup, Meredith spoke again. "Oh, I do. I'll even go first," she volunteered.
"Derek is married."
Silence.
Cue George spitting bear out of his nose and mouth. Gross.
"George, beer is dripping from your nostrils," Christina groaned, the disgust apparent on her face. The other two girls sat beside her had the same expressions on their faces.
The brunette man got up, making his way to the bathroom to clean up.
When he left, Meredith resumed the conversation. "Told you I'd win," she pouted.
Christina shook her head, taking another sip of her iced water. "No, you didn't win," she responded.
Meredith looked at the woman incredulously. "Did you hear me? I said Derek is married. As in pigheaded, adulterous, liar, married," she expressed. "Nothing you could say can top that."
"I'm pregnant," Christina let out, setting her cup on the table.
Meredith and Christina glance at each other. "I win," the curly-haired woman said. Then, they faced Delilah. "What's wrong with you, pretty girl?" Christina asked.
"My girlfriend wants me to choose between her and surgery," she replied, slumping in her seat. "If my parents could have both then why can't I?" Delilah whined.
Just then, Joe dropped to the ground.
The three interns scurry to help the fallen man. "Okay, maybe Joe wins," Christina muttered under her breath.
Delilah narrowed her eyes at her. "Not the time, Christina!" she hissed.
